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vices all day
Won't you please believe when I say

Wouldn't you know we been hurt, down before
When our pride was low
Lookin' at the world, "Where do we

to her grave (her grave, her grave)


It's gettin' wicked in this western, wicked in this western, wicked in this western world
So wicked in this western,

Cross on Tee's, the eyes dotted, spot your biz and peep your weeps
Devils leave, angels stay, for real in hell we all create
Mind yourself when praising

THE AMERICAN DREAM
(Words & Music by Bernt Jansen)
A devil smile from the gambler
The deuces are wild
I see the world through a golden eye
Feels like

Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our

I lost every friend
Lost every girl I text social reject
Now I'm all alone in this world with my torment
Lost all my pain now it's back oh no not

all the people!"
We are the people
We are Americans
We have some problems
We are not equal
We are the people
We are Americans
Hahahaha
Oh, what do you

Look at the news
Fear; The real pandemic
A world enslaved
Make sure you take the "cure"
One is not enough
Voluntary submission

"Variants"
No end in

mother screams picking
Out his casket harsh reality, it seems like
It's simple mathematics, it's not
It's trigonometry
(trigganometry) divided by some real

Suburban Life

Kottonmouth Kings

Scream 2

1997

away, 
To elevate from this world of hate,
Not to perpetrate,
I don't want notarickas Selling herbs on the blocks on every street,
No real jobs for

The baddest models in the world,
Be Just Like Me



[Verse 2]

Man down for bullshit, all sorts of weddings
Heavy ringers on this piece-a keep ya armory

bless America
From the home of the brave in
The land of the free be all that you can be
Boy, I'm American real patriots link up
Real ones gon' speak up

you won't meet me in the middle of the mess that you caused
Reject responsibility when it's all your fault
Playing the victim
Who could have predicted?

Build Strong

Bobby Digital

Digital Bullet

2001

By the luxuries of this world so I behave
Like a man inside the grave
Who's life is lost
I want the promised gold but can't afford the cost

Is it still, is it goin'? (Yeah yeah)
(Alright) 
so we gon' do this one like for the RattPack and shit, is it recordin'?
Alright for the real

If you ain’t real you got to go
Positive Vibez is all we know
People come and people go
But all of us here we know the code
If you ain’t real you got

Part I: Mass Hysteria 

Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope

One of These Days

Wu-Tang Clan

Iron Flag

2001

of these days and it won't be long (Chef!)

Yo I'm sicker than the V12
With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive
Real niggas raise

Well, she was an American Girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life somewhere else
After all, it was

alone
The best news we got all year was Rowdy comin' home
It was dope seein' him on Instagram bein' celebrated
He a real one, he ain't fold when he got

the world reject me
I know say you never forget
You mean so much to me
You mean so much to me
You created heaven and earth by your power
Every yapa everything

Then you're gifted
These are facts
I got no axe to grind
Hey, what are you, blind?
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest star

No

you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga

I Am

Bill Anderson

My Life/But You Know I Love You

1969

I am a soldier I'm a slave of power
Power so great that it can destroy God's world with one mighty blast
I'm a machine a computer an engine